Rebirth 93: Break off the engagement at the beginning and marry Bai Fumei

When several people heard the sound, they couldn't help but look confused. They knew in their hearts that it was the sound of the radio, but there was no radio in the room. Where did this guy make the sound? While several people were searching, the sound rang again.

"No need to look for me, you can't see me."

Isn’t this nonsense? We still don’t know that we can’t see you? We are looking for where the sound comes from!

"I don't know, how do you feel about seeing my masterpiece today?" The voice rang again. At this time, Song Qingyun discovered the problem, patted Chen Yang on the shoulder, and pointed to the cabinet next to him.

Chen Yang walked towards the cabinet. Song Qingyun was shocked after hearing this, "You mean, today's Snow Scenery and Cold Forest Painting by Fan Kuan and the Xuande Furnace were both painted by you?"

"Of course!" After finishing speaking, there was another proud laugh. At this time, Chen Yangjing opened the cabinet and found a relatively small broadcaster inside. He found the place where the sound was coming from. How did he see it? How many people are there?

"Then you are a bit of a failure." Song Qingyun saw that Chen Yang had found the source of the sound and was still looking around, and walked to him silently, "I didn't see your hidden money on the object this time."

"Why, you know it's embarrassing to be a fake, so you don't dare to leave your name?" After saying that, Song Qingyun motioned to Chen Yang to follow the line behind the announcer.

A sneer came from the announcer, "I have nothing to be ashamed of. I just use another way to bring these treasures back to light!"

"Reappear in the sky, huh!" Song Qingyun sat down directly and took out a cigarette from his pocket, "Friend, what you said sounds nice, but what you did is different from what you said!"

Song Qingyun said that antiques are antiques. Although many good items can no longer be seen, fakes are fakes. If you can restore the original appearance of an antique without making it old or forged, and hand it over to the country or put it on display somewhere, it is indeed another way to bring the wisdom of ancient people back to life. day.

"But you are different," Song Qingyun crossed his legs and took a leisurely puff of a cigarette, "You are doing it for profit! Just to make money, there is no need to say that you are so noble!"

After listening to Song Qingyun's words, a burst of hearty laughter came from the announcer, and then he said boldly, "Boss Song, I don't do old things, I don't make money, I don't have any money, how can I bring these treasures back to life in the future?" Woolen cloth!"

"You have to know that whether I am forging or selling fakes, it is all for the long-term plan!"

Song Qingyun really didn't expect that he could be so shameless, and he was speechless for a moment.

"Wow, you are so great!" Zhu Yuyan blinked beside her and said with some emotion, "If so, I have a good idea, and I will definitely help you realize your dream as soon as possible!"

"Oh? What can I do?"

"You built Qin Shihuang's Terracotta Warriors and Horses!" After Zhu Yuyan finished speaking, Song Qingyun beside him burst into laughter.

"Think about it, with your skills, the terracotta warriors and horses are absolutely no problem for you," Zhu Yuyan said with a smile, "If you do this, make a batch first, then bury them in Mohe, and then you can find someone to dig out the terracotta warriors and horses. They announced that they had discovered the Terracotta Warriors and Horses in Mohe, and then..."

Song Qingyun was listening, slapping her legs and laughing. As a little girl, Zhu Yuyan, she didn't inherit any of his master's advantages, but she did inherit the ability to kill with words. Building terracotta warriors and horses? He was buried in Mohe, what did this little girl think, haha!

"Hmph," a cold snort came from the broadcast, "You little girl is really sharp-tongued, much better than your master who doesn't understand shit!"

At this time, Chen Yang came back from outside and shook his head at Song Qingyun. I followed the cables of the broadcasting equipment and finally found the power distribution room on the first floor, where I couldn't see how the cables were routed. And now there is no one outside, even the small boat that brought a few people here has disappeared.

"Just brag," Zhu Yuyan pouted after listening to the broadcast, "If you were so good, could my master spot the fakes you made? Don't talk about my master, you didn't even fool my junior brother. !”

"If you are so powerful, how can you hide behind this little box? Come out, come out, come out!" After finishing speaking, Zhu Yuyan spat at the announcer, "Old bastard, if you are not convinced, come out Beat me!"

While talking, Zhu Yuyan was still making faces at the announcer, while Chen Yang and Song Qingyun watched beside them, laughing and shaking their heads.

"Okay," Chen Yang hugged his shoulders and said to the announcer, "We don't have time to play with you here. Tell us why you came to us. I don't think you came to us for no reason. Do you want to chat?"

Hearing Chen Yang speak, the announcer did not rush to reply. The room was quiet for more than a minute. Just when Chen Yang thought the announcer was broken, another sound came from inside.

"Boss Chen, I really admire you." Chen Yang was confused by his meaningless words. Did he admire himself? Do you admire me for not providing myself with good food and drinks, and then giving myself millions or tens of millions? Now that you are trapped here, you still say you admire yourself?

"I have to admit that when I was your age, I didn't have the same vision as you. I'm very curious about Boss Chen. I clearly didn't leave my own mark on Fan Kuan's painting of the snowy cold forest and the Xuande stove. , how did you find out it was a fake?”

Sure enough, he did it!

Chen Yang looked at the announcer and was stunned for a moment. To be honest, if he hadn't seen this picture of Song Juan in later generations and knew where Fan Kuan's hidden money was hidden, he would definitely have caught her eye today. But there is no way to explain this to him! How do you say that you have seen it before? Those experts haven't discovered Fan Kuan's hidden money in the painting yet!

"Huh, what's fake is fake, and what's real is real!" Seeing that Chen Yang didn't speak, Song Qingyun said directly from the side, "Since ancient times, the real can't be fake, and the fake can't be real either. That painting of yours The problem lies with Juan!"

"Juan?" After listening to Song Qingyun's words, a hint of doubt came from the announcer, "Impossible, absolutely impossible. I'm using a serious Song Juan, how could something go wrong!"

Song Juan? Chen Yang and Zhu Yuyan were instantly frightened. This man must be sick! You have Song Juan in your hand, which is a treasure in itself. Why don't you keep it well and why don't you still paint on it? What the hell kind of idea is this? This is not destroying a treasure, but destroying two genuine items at the same time!

"Haha," Song Qingyun smiled slightly, "Indeed, you did use Song Juan, and you also know that Fan Kuan is not an imperial painter. You also used single silk Juan, which is indeed meticulous."

After saying this, Song Qingyun's eyes sharpened, "But you should know very well how your Song Juan came to be!"

"How many graves did you dig to make such a large painting of Song Juan!"

After listening to Song Qingyun's roar, the announcer did not make any sound. Zhu Yuyan looked at Song Qingyun and expressed that she did not understand what Song Qingyun meant. Song Qingyun snorted and pointed at the announcer to explain to the two of them.

Silk is a silk fabric woven from silk. Take the most classic Song Dynasty courtyard silk in history. The strands of silk thread that are woven into the Song Dynasty courtyard silk are first drawn flatly from 40 to 50 monofilaments and synthesized into thick threads; then, Then more than 30-40 thick threads are pulled flat to form a thicker thread; without twisting, it is flat. The two strands of silk are interlaced and interspersed to form a warp and weft arrangement, and finally they are woven into a scroll.

In this day and age, it is absolutely impossible to see a truly blank Song Juan. He did use Song Juan in his painting, but these Song Juans were dug out of graves.

"Uncle Master," Zhu Yuyan blinked twice, but still didn't understand, "Even if it was dug out of the grave, who would be buried with a blank Song Juan? Haven't they already painted on it?"

"Even if he throws it out, there's no way it can be used!"

"Okay!" Chen Yang now understood what Song Qingyun meant. He had heard of this method in his previous life, but he had never seen it before, and he didn't expect to see it today.

These people will dig out Song Juan from the tomb. Of course, the tomb here is not just the big tomb, but refers to all the tombs in the Song Dynasty. As long as there are Song Juan's items buried with them, they will dig them out. Because most of them were not works by famous artists, they washed away the calligraphy and paintings on them, and then used Song Juan like this to make forgeries.

"Ah!" Zhu Yuyan opened her mouth wide, "Wash away the calligraphy and painting on Song Juan? How can this be done?"

Song Qingyun nodded, there is indeed such a way, which is to mash the garlic into mud, take out an appropriate amount and put it on Song Juan who needs to be cleaned, dip it with a brush and rub it repeatedly until it is wiped off. Then use a brush dipped in water to wash off the garlic juice, absorb the water on it, and then apply glue and alum water again before continuing to paint.

Another way is to put some cigarette ash (high-quality cigarette ash is white) into a small porcelain plate, add a small amount of water, dip it with a brush and rub it repeatedly on the area that needs cleaning until it is wiped off. Wash away the traces with clean water, absorb the water with absorbent paper, and then apply glue and vitriol water before continuing to paint.

"The Song Juan that was created in this way had naturally formed ink stains or water stains. They repainted the cleaned parts." Song Qingyun said next to her, "Some small paintings are okay. Think about the snow scene today. Cold Forest Picture, such a big silk painting, how many graves would they have to dig!”

Zhu Yuyan was surprised after hearing this. She never knew it could be like this. For people like Qingshan Jushi, as long as they have Song Juan in their hands, everything else is not a problem. It is simply terrifying!

"Haha," laughter came from the announcer at this time, "Did I do something wrong? What's the use of leaving those ordinary Song Juans in the soil? Even if they are discovered one day, digging them out will be a waste. Not worth a penny!”

"And I not only brought these Song Juans back to life, but also made them sublime!"

"Think about it, it's the same Song Juan. Why can it be displayed in a museum if a famous artist writes calligraphy and painting on it? But Song Juan, who doesn't have famous people's calligraphy and ink on it, should just throw it away?"

"I put beautiful clothes on these Song Juans and let them shine again. What's wrong?"

After Chen Yang and the others listened, no one spoke for a long time, because this guy was so shameless. You didn't say a word about digging graves, but instead you talked about how upright and upright you were!

"Wow!" Zhu Yuyan squinted her eyes and smiled, "I have seen shameless people, but I have never seen such a shameless person like you. You really refreshed my understanding of shamelessness!"